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Sunday, February 19, 2006

One of those games again

Remember the thing with the colors written in a different color? It was like a tongue-twister, but slightly more fun? Green would be 'blue', yellow would be 'red', and so on? Here it is as a click game, moments of fun, enjoy!

Wednesday, February 08, 2006

Craig Speaking

Speaking of Craig Bierko, he was once on Late Night w/Conan O'Brien, telling a tale that I found quite funny. He is longtime pals with Richard Kind, of "Spin City" and "Mad About You", although I can't recall either character's name .... Oh, Paul Lassiter on SC, he was Jamie's hot friend's husband on MAY. Anyway, they have been friends for I believe Bierko said a dozen or so years, and one time Kind said something to him and included his name, along the lines of "Here's a bag of Cheezi Poofs, Craig" and Bierko gave him an astounded look.

"What did you just call me? Did you just call me Craig? My name is Greg, we've known each other how long and you've been calling me Craig all this time? You don't even know my name?" Continuing in that vein until Kind was befuddled and apologetic, Bierko told, until he couldn't keep a straight face and let his friend off the hook, "Naw, man, I'm just screwing with you, my name is Craig ... You're such a tool!" Okay, I may have embellished the tale with that 'tool' remark, but I know I would have had to have mocked my friend for a while after getting him that good.

Sorry, I didn't have a story of my own that filled enough space; I have a quota now, you know.

Fwd: Blogger really sucks sometimes

If you use it you probably already know, nothing else to see here.

Blogger really sucks sometimes

If you use it you probably already know, nothing else to see here.

Saturday, February 04, 2006

Peaceful, easy feeling

So, I'm sitting here after sleeping for the better part of the day,
then I get up and stumble in to read some message group stuff. I see
two innocent people that were being thrashed around finally standing
up for themselves in the neo-con circle-jerk group that I misguidedly
joined a while back, so I didn't feel the need to come to their defense and look like yet another Mister Superior Guy, that was pretty cool.

I remembered that my Sister had given me a bag of pistachios when she was here in December so I got them out of the cupboard and ate them. Wait, there's more. I found one unopened one, you know the ones; they tempt you to bite down on them to get them open, then they either crack into shards that cut the inside of your cheek or just don't give and make you feel like you're going to crack a tooth instead? Well, I set it aside and finished the bag, (it was like a 6 ounce bag, shush), and didn't find any more unopened ones. So I threw it out. That is a very peaceful feeling, to abandon the tasty goodness for my peace of mind; 'cause I know if there were two or more I would have tried to open them. I think I will travel to Not-Walmart-But-Very-Similar Club Monday and get a large bag of the shelled ones. Why work so hard, opening them one at a time like an animal?

Coming soon to Youmightthink: Stoopi joins a club and other fun topics.